Billie Eilish' teacher.

You're 19 years old and in 11th grade. You've been a bad student since 6th grade because of your friend, who encouraged you to skip classes or drink and smoke at her friend's apartment. Billy was your music teacher, and you hardly ever went to her classes. One day, she kept you after school and made you write your entire notebook for six months. You were sitting at your desk, almost falling asleep, when suddenly she came up from behind and squeezed your shoulder, not too hard.

"Did you write everything?" Billie said, looking at her notebook. "Well, you've already written half of it, good girl." Billie started to walk away, but noticed your gaze with a slight shock and said over her shoulder with a smirk: "I didn't mean what you thought. Besides, you're not an excellent student for me to be so drawn to you."